The 800-mile Qin Chuan stretched across the land, and the 3,000-mile plain stretched as far as the eye could see.
Looking down at the vast land, the flowers and trees were so familiar but also so unfamiliar.
The White Dragon King's expression was complicated. He touched his head and felt a slight pain.
"All of you...shouldn't have dug me out." The White Dragon King looked at the mausoleum behind him that was filled with craters, and the anger in his eyes could not be extinguished.
He had buried himself so deep, set up a formation, and slept all this time because he wanted to heal his soul injuries.
However, he did not expect that he would still be dug out at the last moment.
"I'm only ten years away. I'll be able to be reborn completely in another ten years. You guys really deserve to be cut into pieces!" The White Dragon King gritted his teeth. His anger was about to overflow. His expression was cold, and his eyes were burning with anger.
